The Story of a Lost Girl
by Noxlupis Lamiamedicus
Summary: Basically, if you haven't read Ghost Girl of the Unknown you might be a little lost. Featuring Erika Stars/Saffyre in finding her long lost, believed to be dead brother. Will she find him? Or is he really lost to her forever?
1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1

**Okay, so, this is Saffyre's story, somewhat. You'd like this, if you liked Saffyre the ghost haha. So, without further ado, here's The Story of a Lost Girl**

*Note, this is all done in Saffyre's POV

It all started with a whisper. My brother's whisper. Something that startled me awake from the slumber near Emerald's bed side. I hadn't left her since the big fight, I wasn't looking forward to going back home. David was sleeping in a chair on the other side, holding one of her hands. The fight had happened a month ago. Now and then I see Alex checking in, or talking to her brother, but she always looks so sad. I suppose she would, after what had happened.

Emerald's eyes fluttered and opened to reveal her stunning green eyes. She stared at me for a moment, not a trace of recognition in her features. Then she whispered something, "bubba's coming home." I don't really know what that means, but she fell back asleep as soon as she said it.

"Come find me," it was my brother's voice, but he was dead. It couldn't be, but I had enough ambition to get up and start looking. David watched me silently, his face drawn and tired. I watched Emerald's slow breathing for a moment, letting her slow rising chest calm me.

Then I changed into Saffyre and phased through the flew and away from the hospital.

Danny Phantom was doing his regular patrols when I ran into him. And when I say ran, I mean flew and knocked into him. He glared at me for a second before realizing who I was.

"Sorry 'bout that Phantom..." I trailed off, looking down to where his two pals waited with a Thermos. "It's okay Saffyre, I should've watched where I was going." Phantom muttered, smiling. "What are you doing anyway?"

"Going to find my brother, why?"

"You have a brother?"

"Mhmm, he is supposed to be dead, but I'm not completely sure honestly." I told him, looking towards the horizon.

"Well, they're are buildings all over Amity that are unoccupied, maybe you should look in those?" I nodded at his suggestion and smiled. "Thanks Phantom!" I flew off to the first warehouse, praying for clues to where my brother could be hiding.

**Okay, these chapter's might be short, sorry about that, but it's just basically a side story, so it works for me. Okay, and if you don't know Saffyre's story, you might want to go read my other story, Ghost Girl of the Unknown, she explains everything about her brother in that story. **

**So, review please! What will happen next?! You'll just have to wait and find out :D**


	2. Chapter 2

**Okay, so, I have this idea and I decided to write it down. I'm in a College class at school now, so updates might get few and far between. Sorry, but all of my other classes are advanced, well, except my history class. **

I had been flying for hours before I decided to take a rest in an old warehouse. I hadn't heard Mike in all of those hours and I was starting to think that maybe I'd just imagined it, that I imagined my brother alive because I was so lonely.

The warehouse I'd landed in was packed with boxes, top to bottom. When I moved closer, I noticed an odd logo. It had an arrow shooting through the center of a red circle. Underneath was some sort of writing that I couldn't quite make out in the wanning light. My usually good vision was blurred with unshed tears.

"Are you Erika Stars?" A voice asked from the shadows, making me jump. "Who wants to know?" I asked, trying to feel more confident than I really was. "What does it matter, who I am? All that really matters is your brother eh?" I glared at the ceiling. "What do you know about my brother?" I shouted.

"Only who he is and where he is," the voice intoned, sounding slightly amused. "Yeah? And why won't you reveal to me the location?" I asked the non-existent voice. "You have to do me a favor first," the voice chuckled.

"What favor?" I cried out, throwing my fist in the air. "I need help taking down Daniel Phantom," the voice snarled, revealing himself in the moonlight filtering through a broken window. "Vlad Plasmius," I snarled, shaking my head back and forth.

"Oh, you don't want to see you're precious brother?" The evil ghost asked, stepping out of the shadows. "Of course I want to see him, but I don't need to help you to find him." I stepped back and glared at Plasmius. "Oh? You really think that little Erika?" The look on his face almost made me want to scream and cry in frustration. "Why should I believe what you say anyway?"

"Because if you don't, you'll never find you're brother." With that, Plasmius smirked and threw his cape over himself and disappeared. I cried out and kicked a nearby box. It tipped over and spilled it's contents all over the floor. When I looked down, I noticed one of the products as one might call them at my feet and picked it up curiously. It was an old Gameboy Color, an electronic they quit selling ages ago. Mike had gotten me one, just like this see through purple one, when I was five years old. It had even come with the Pokemon Yellow version stuck in the back of this one.

I pondered that. My gameboy had been stolen from me last year, right out of my backpack while I was at school. The other products varied between the different DS versions, but not another Color. I turned it on catiously and laughed when the screen came on with the Surfing Pikachu. I really missed this game.

When the title screen loaded and the continue file showed up, I gasped. The trainers name was Saffyre, and it showed that I'd beaten all the gyms, like I'd really done. It was my game, my system. I couldn't believe it! _But how did it end up here? _I thought silently, staring at the old gameboy.

_"Come find me," _Mike's voice whispered again, coming in on the breeze from a broken out window. The voice pulled at the center of my being and forced the hope into my heart as I flew out the window and into the sky once again.

**Huh? Whatcha think? And I absolutely love my Gameboy Color and Pokemon Yellow, when I was younger, my mother bought us some Gameboy Advanced SP's when they were brand new, about a year later, when we moved to Arizona, my Gameboy Color had disappeared completely, turns out my step-father got rid of it after I got my SP -_- stupid asshole. **


	3. Chapter 3

**Alright, update? Cool, let's get this idea flowing here. From now on, this story will be a crossover, but that's just because I suddenly had this awesome idea :) I hope you enjoy!**

The sky was just darkening when I returned to the hospital, where Emerald still rested. David was still passed out in a plastic chair next to her bed, holding the hand without any needles or anything in them. She was just starting to stir when I slipped in the window, taking care to be quiet.

"Hey Emerald, you're awake," I smiled at the girl and sank into the other chair. David still hadn't moved. His head was tipped back, his mouth hanging open with spit dribbling down his chin onto his blue shirt. "Hey Saffyre," she replied yawning. She looked towards David with a contemplative stare, seemingly studying his forlorn face in the ghost of evening.

"Man, I must of got it bad," she grimanced as she shifted, settling back into the same position. "Yeah, well, you've been out for four weeks, they kept you under to control the pain." Emerald's eyes bugged in her head but she nodded like she understood. "I wonder how worried my family is..." she trailed off, suddenly distracted by the thought.

"I'm sure they know you're okay?" She focused on me for a second before smiling ruefully. "Just like you're parents know?" It scared me how well she was looking into my life. I shivered and looked away, breaking whatever connection we had.

David stirred them, waking out of a fitful sleep with a whimper. His hand tightened around Emeralds, making her spasm as pain travelled to her shoulder. The heart montior next to her head beeped loudly and several nurses crowded the room afterwards.

I left, slipping past the doctor and walked wearily around the hospital, rubbing my eyes. The wing I was in had only three patients. One was Emerald, one was an old Navy man with a severe head wound and the last one was a kinda of young guy with a gut wound.

The Gut Wound guy was awake and watching me with cloudy blue eyes as I paced back and forth in front of the nurses station. He grunted and motioned me into his room with a dirty hand.

I shrugged and walked in there. After all, what could he really do? We were in a hospital for God's sake.

Blonde hair, dirty with dirt and grime, fell in his eyes as he stared at me. For five mintues, I watched him wearily as he studied me. "You looking for someone?" His voice was rough, like he'd yelled as loud as he could for several hours.

"Um, yea, how did you know?" I asked him, just a bit creeped out. Just a bit. "You have that air of sadness around you, and I can see him." I must have looked confused because he continued to elaborate. "See, honey, I'm an old seer. Practiced as well. I can find people, without ever knowing them, or their names. This gut wound was because somebody got scared by who I saw." I blinked at him and nodded slowly. "So, you're like my friend Riley right?" The old man looked at me blankly for a second. "Riley McCray?" I nodded again and he smiled, a couple of teeth missing from his yellow smile.

"That one is my niece, not that her father would admit it," the man's smiled turned bitter and dark at the mention of Mr. McCray. "I could tell you missy, where the person you're looking for is, but you might not like the results." The man continued, staring up at me with his intense, cloudy blue.

I debated it, watching Emerald through the glass around her cubicle and standing by the old seer's side. If I didn't like it, what would I do about that? I mean, it would be a great weight to know where he is off my shoulders, but will I do once I know? Should I? Shouldn't I? I don't know! It's such a hard decision.

"Alright, I'll deal, where is he?" I asked the old, set on my course for now. I just hope he's somewhere close by...

**Yay! Bahaha, where do you think he'll be? It'll be revealed next chapter, when I switch it to the crossover. :D until then...REVIEW!**


	4. Chapter 4

**Okay then :) So, I've had an inspiration discovered in class today so here it goes. **

I returned back to Emerald's room, exhausted. She was sound asleep again, and David was nowhere in sight. I had seen Alex earlier, ghosting through the halls quietly, checking in on the various patients. She was kind like that, unlike me.

Mr. Rosser, as he told me his name was, had told me that my brother lived in a town called Morganville, Texas. It sounded like a boring college town, and Mr. Rosser had assured me that's all it was.

I wanted to talk to Alex about it, but she was always out and about. When she wasn't checking in at the hospital, she was getting stuff in order at the court house to live with her aunt and uncle. and when she wasn't doing that, she was out patrolling the city. Alex Wolf is one busy bee if you ask me.

"Hey Saffyre." Speaking of Alex... "Hey Alex," a yawn interepted whatever I was going to say next and I felt my eyes water. "How is she?" Alex's voice was hushed, quiet. "She's good, she woke up earlier, but she couldn't stay awake for long," I told her, looking at Emerald. "Yea, David was telling me about that." She sounded wistful. The dim lighting of the room was messing with my eyes. The blue of her eyes seemed to glow and shine brightly.

"Hey, I've got an important question." I looked at Alex and waited. "Sure, shoot!" She replied, looking at me wearily. "Where's Morganville?" Alex looked off in space for a moment, her eyes dimming for a moment. "In Texas? I'm not totally sure, it's a good three hours from Dallas though, why?"

"Well, I'm thinking of going there..." I let my sentence fade out, judging her reaction. "What for? It's just a dry and dusty town with a stupid little college." She sounded causal, like it didn't really matter, but I could hear the strain underneath.

"Oh, okay, but my brother's there, and I want to see him," I watched as her expression shifted to sympathetic. "Well, maybe you should go there then, just be careful." And with that she was gone, disappearing in a puff of smoke.

I blinked to make sure I was seeing right and shook my head tiredly. I needed to get to sleep soon, my vision was starting to blur.

I awoke the next day to the blinding sunlight searing my eyes and forcing my body to come to terms with being awake. The room was bathed in the soothing yellow that contrasted sharply with the monitors and everything around the cold hospital room.

Emerald was up, standing at the open window and smiling at a chirping bird on the sill. It was a pretty songbird, red with yellow plummage. It was singing a happy song, whistling it through a sharp beak. It stopped when it noticed me watching, seeming to glare at me.

"You're up," Emerald commented without turning from the window. "Yea, how long was I out?" I rubbed my eyes and stared wearily at the alarm clock. It sang a dutiful eleven o' clock. I got up, stretching out, hearing my bones pop and groaning with relief.

"You heading out?" Riley stuck her head in the doorway. I was surprised to say the least. Last I heard, Riley had gone back home. Her face crackled as someone outside passed through her and I nodded with understanding. Just a projection then.

I nodded and grabbed my bag leaning against the chair. Emerald had turned around then, staring at me. "Goodbye Saffyre, thanks for staying with me." I smiled and hugged her gently. "It wasn't any trouble, I'd rather not return home anyway." I whispered in her ear, making sure she heard in before bailing out of the hospital.

The morning air was gentle, making for easy flying. By now, kids would be in school, sitting down to boring teachers nobody wanted to listen too. I was only slightly glad my parents didn't care enough that I'd been gone for a month and a half with no trace as to where I went.

The flight was quiet, without any trouble what's so ever. It helped that I was flying and no airline flights were coming or going my way. Birds flew past and whistled lovely songs.

After two hours of hard flying, a little Texas town came into view. From here, I could see the college, the students and different buisnesses run, but not really much else. I was too high up to see anything really. I dove down, landing just outside city limits and looked wearily at the 'Welcome to Morganville' sign that creaked and moaned in the wind.

I crossed my arms and stared at the gates ahead. _Why would such a little town have security measures this big? _Two uniformed cops stood at the gate, sipping coffee and staring into the horizon with equally bored expressions. They stiffened and stared as I approached.

"Name?" One of them asked, still looking slightly bored. "Erika Stars, sir." I stated, looking him straight in the eyes. "Thank you ma'am, you may go in." They opened the gate and I walked through, only slightly baffled. Hardly anybody was around, and those that were, were hurrying back to where ever they were suppose to be. It was odd for such a small town.

I walked down the dusty streets and looked around. The town looked dusty and dry, very few buisnesses were open, or even hopping with costumers.

It wasn't long until I reached the gates leading to TPU, the local college. The grounds were hoping with students, running back and forth like crazy little bees. Some juggled coffee and books while others walked around with extravagant ease. I had the feeling that the town was different outside of the college, and I don't think I was wrong.

It wasn't long before I ran into a teenager, walking down the street solemnly. His blonde hair glittered in the sunlight, reflecting red back. He had beautiful blue eyes and a kind of rock star look.

"Hello? Sir?" I went up to him, and stopped. The kid stared at me with a guarded expression. "Who are you?" The boy asked. I bit my lip and plunged on. "I'm Erika Stars, and I'm looking for my brother, Micheal Stars." The boy stumbled back a bit and looked to either side of the street.

"Erika? Are you sure?" The boy ran a hand through his blonde hair as he stood there. "Micheal?" I stared at my brother in astonishment. He looked fourteen again, which didn't just creep me out, it made me wonder. He nodded solemnly. "Yea, it's me. You are suppose to be in London with Mom and Dad."

"How in the world are you here? And you look fourteen! I mean, you look great and all, but still! You died." I stumbled over the last few words and stared at his face. Tears blurred my vision as I stared at him. "I faked my death so our parents would leave me alone, and hopefully leave you be too. You never told them did you?" I shook my head and studied my feet.

"How do you look fourteen?" Micheal seemed to think about that. "I asked Clockwork to help me start a different life, so he fabricated my new life. I'm now Micheal Glass, musician. I had to give up my powers to become young again." I stared at him and nodded slowly. "I'm glad your still alive bubba." I hugged him and felt his arms circle my waist. It felt nice, having my brother here to wipe all my worries away.

He took me back to his house, where his mother and father lived with him. "Four bedrooms, so we have an extra, and I'm sure Mom and Dad wouldn't have a problem with keeping you there." I smiled at him and skipped along, happier than most kids in my life.

The house, Glass house as Micheal had informed me it was called, was big and kind of gothic. Both his parents were at work at the moment and Mikey had just been on his own, bored out of his mind.

"So, you really live here?" Micheal nodded and smiled. It was two stories, a lot bigger than any house I've ever lived in honestly. "That's so cool Bubba!" I looked around the living room in a kind of wonder. A guitar laid in it's case on the table, looking brand new and shiny. Books were stacked in some bookcases and there was a small TV on a stand against the back wall.

It was almost dead quiet in the house as Micheal watched me admire it. The front door opened and shut loudly soon after, causing me to jump like I was getting caught sneaking into the candy store. "Micheal? I hope you're home sweetheart." It was a woman's voice, one I figured was Mike's mom.

"Yea Mom, I'm in the living room." He shouted back, still looking at me. "Oh, Micheal, there you are. Whose this?" I stared at the woman blankly, then looked to my brother almost panicking. "Oh, this is Erika, and she needs somewhere to stay. I'm sure you could give her a room right?" His mom nodded and smiled at me.

"Of course, come with me sweetheart." I followed her up the stairs to the first door on the right. "We just use this as a spare bedroom, but it can be yours if you like?" I nodded politely and looked around the little room. It had bare, white walls and a queen sized bed. A dresser with a mirror and a little nightstand. The window overlooked part of the side yard. It was perfect.

"I'll let you get settled in, tomorrow we can go clothes shopping and get you enrolled in school, how about that dear?"

"Yes ma'am, that sounds amazing!" I smiled at her and looked around my new room again. Goodbye God-awful parents, hello new life!

**So...how'd I do? This is, I believe, the first cross-over between Danny Phantom and Morganville vampires, so I hope it's good. I kinda guessed at how Micheal was when he was fourteen, since the books start out with him eighteen, but eh, I think I did okay. So, REVIEW!**


	5. Chapter 5

**For those of you who might be confused, I changed Micheal's age to 14 to better what I want for this story and another one. So, sorry, but I changed it in the last chapter as well.**

I woke up in the morning feeling better than I had since I'd learned of my brother's death, the one he faked. It was weird, looking back, I never would have imagined that this would be the bizzare twist my life would take, but I can't say I don't like it.

The sheets were twisted around me, one leg uncovered and my whole torso layed underneath. The bed was warm, and I didn't want to get up, didn't want to leave. The sun shone through pretty, pale curtains and blinded me as I stared out the window.

"Knock knock," that was Micheal's voice, coming from my doorway. I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. My oversized tee was black and covered my whole body, it was Micheal's at one point. "Hey," I smiled at my brother as he came in. "Morning sleepy head," his golden hair made a halo around his pretty face. "Morning," I yawned. "Breakfast?" I shook my head. "Why?" He leaned against the doorframe and stared at me with curiousity.

"Because I quit eating in the morning." I shrugged. "Breakfast is the healthiest meal of the day. You know nutritionist say that if you skip any meals, it should be dinner?" I cocked my head to the side and gave him a wondering smile. "That's cool," and interesting.

"Should we contact, uh, Mom and Dad?" Mike thought about that, staring off into space for a moment. "Might be a good idea, so they can transfer custody." He finally shrugged and gave me a rock-star smile. "Get dressed and come downstairs, I'm going to help you make a new friend." I rolled my eyes but nodded and waited until he'd shut the door to get up and grab a pair of black shorts and a red T-shirt. It took no time at all to get dressed, and soon, my hair was up in a ponytail and I was bouncing down the stairs.

Mike was sitting on the couch, his guitar cradled delically in his hands. When he heard my footsteps, he stood up and smiled. "Ready?" I nodded enthusiasically and started towards the front door. "Mom, Dad! Headed to Shane's!" Micheal shouted, ushering me out the door. "Okay honey!" His mom shouted back.

The beautiful day was warm and breezy. I felt like flying as I walked alongside Mike and down the dusty streets towards his friends house. It was the same as the day before, hardly anyone out and about, which made me wonder. "Mike, why isn't there anyone around?" I asked my brother as we walked. "Um, I'll tell you later Erika, it's hard to believe." I felt my eyes widen and we walked on in silence.

We came upon a house with a boy about fourteen and a girl about twelve chilling out front. "Hey Shane!" Mikey yelled, causing the boy to turn around. "Hey Mikey!" Shane waved back and hopped the fence. He stopped five feet away, staring at me. "Who's this?" He asked, glaring at me. Micheal glared back at him and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. "This, Shane, is my sister, Erika."

The girl stood next to Shane and stared at me. "You have a sister?" He asked, transferring his gaze to Mikey. "I do now." I smiled up at my brother. "Hi, I'm Alyssa," the girl wandered closer, each step careful and weary. "I'm Erika...Glass now I guess," I tasted the sound and smiled.

Shane finally nodded and smiled. Mike left me with Alyssa to go talk and hang out with his buddy. I don't mind, Alyssa seems pretty cool. "So, what do you do around here for fun?" I asked her as we walked along side each other. "Mostly just hang out, there's not much to do honestly." Alyssa shrugged.

Up ahead, a few kids were playing kickball in an abandoned lot. The big red ball rolled towards a blonde haired blued eyed boy who promptly kicked it. It sailed into the out field and landed in front of a freckled red haired boy. The kicker had gotten to third base. "That looks like fun," I commented, turning to Alyssa. She shrugged and smiled slyly.

"That one there that just kicked? That's Ray Braden, he's vouching for football when we get into high school. The one that caught the kick ball is Jack Neckles, he's a sweet kid, loves to play anything honestly. The one pitching is Adrian Blackwood. He's a kind of outkast amoung us. Well, he is in Mikey and Shane's grade afterall." Lyss pointed each one out. "I wanna play!" I almost shouted, running over to the small fence around the property.

Adrian and Ray turned towards me and Alyssa with amused smiles on their faces. "Hey Lyss!" Ray ran over, shining his pretty smiled at her. "Who's the new girl?" Adrian asked. "Guys, this is Erika Glass, she was just adopted by Micheal's family, she'll be going here from now on." Adrian frowned and studied me. Ray just stared, curious. "Wow, I always thought that family would be the last to adopt." Adrian shook his head but smiled. "You really wanna play Erika?" I nodded.

I went out there, and Alyssa followed me, muttering something about how her brother would have a fit. They put one of us on each team. I was stuck on Adrian and Jack's team, while Lyssa was on Ray's team.

We were up next to kick, and I confidently stood, slightly off to the side on the right side and bounced a bit. I was on the ball of my foot, carefully keeping my balance when Ray pitched the ball. It bounced along, tripping over rocks and rivets in the dark. I judged it, trying to decide when to go. Instinct took over and I found myself running slightly forward and my leg kicking out in kick that would make even the best soccer players jealous.

It went outside the ratty fence and hit a car off in the distance. The alarms were loud, blaring through the clear sunlight. "Scatter!" Someone shouted, and we all took off in different directions. Adrian, Ray and Jack followed Alyssa and me as we ran in the direction of Lyss's house. Micheal and Shane were outside, tossing a football.

We ran up, out of breath but somehow still laughing. The boys gave us odd looks. "That was great Erika!" Adrian laughed, tears leaking from his eyes. "Really?" I asked, bewildered. "No kidding, girl, you've definitely made my list of friends." Ray barked out, taking giant gulps of air. I smiled to myself and leaned over, panting. The breath wooshed in and out of my lungs, leaving almost as fast as it comes in.

"Hey, what happened?" Mikey and Shane came over, staring at us. "I...I..." I couldn't catch my breath, so Jack answered for me. "She kicked the kick ball so far it hit a car, we ran all the way here." Shane started to laugh hysterically while Mike just looked at me with concern. "Perhaps you can make your own friends little sis." He smiled. "Perhaps I can," I gulped, finally standing straight.

He smiled and rubbed my head like he used to do when we were younger. "Hey!" I shouted, my hands flying up to his while we laughed. "Butthead," I wheezed, tears squeezing free of my eyes. I was laughing way too hard.

To be fair, I haven't laughed like this since I was four and Mike had been ten, and we'd made fun of our sister. That was always fun, Lizzy had been seven by then.

"Hey, Lyss, did I ever tell you I'm in high school?" Alyssa looked at me, kind of surprised. "How old are you?" I sighed and smiled. "Fourteen." She looked surprised. Mikey looked at me with a small smile. "Adrian, come on dude," Shane patted him on the back and the three boys headed inside the house. All that was left was Alyssa, Ray and Jack. "So, you're not our age?" Ray asked, sitting on the curb. "No, sorry, I'm sorta Mikey's twin now I guess."

The sun slipped down a bit, getting close to sundown. The boys looked nervous about that and quickly said goodbyes as they headed home. "Hey, it's okay if you're older, there's nothing stopping us from being friends." Lyss commented as we walked inside her house. I smiled at her one last time before Mikey lead me out and back to the house.

The darkness had almost completely fallen by the time we walked through the front door. Mike deadbolted it and lead me down the little hallway into the living room. His parents sat on the couches. His dad read a newpaper while his mom watched the nightly news. Both looked up at our sudden apperance.

"Oh, hello son, finally home." His dad sounded slightly annoyed. "Erika, sweetheart, are you hungry?" His mom asked, smiling at me. "No ma'am, I'm okay." I gave her a thumbs up and climbed the steps to my room.

I layed down on the bed and stared at the ceiling until I heard a knock. I padded over to the door and cracked it open to see Micheal standing there, his face grim. "Can I come in?" I nodded and opened wider to allow him to slip in.

"So, my parents are going to adopt you." Mike started, staring at me, judging my reaction. "Really?!" I asked him, hope filling my chest. "Yes, but we have to talk to your parents first." He dropped the bomb, and I felt my mood sour. "I'm sure they won't mind, they lost one kid, they can do without the other one." I muttered dryly.

Micheal nodded as if he expected that. "So, tomorrow, go talk to them, see how it goes, and get some papers saying they offically release you to be adopted." I nodded and hugged him. "It's all going to be okay Erika, it's all going to be okay." He left after that, and I fell into a fitfull sleep.

**So, what do you think will happen with her parents? Will they say yes? Or no? Who cares right? Bahaha, please review, your comments are much appreciated :)**


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